About Me

Oft misunderstood soul. Shy, reserved, likes to stay in the background, but inevitably mistaken as not shy, extrovert etc. Originally meant to be a culinary blog, but in due course discovered man does not live on cake alone..hence the waffle.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Poor Turtle

Wretched Civet Cats. They reached into Boy's turtle tank and helped themselves to a turtle feast. Feel quite sad, coz when we bought the turtle, it was the size of a 50 sen coin, and just before it's untimely death, it was almost the size of my handphone. All that was left is the shell!!!! How horrible!!!!

your poor turtle. i can empathize, because mine got murdered a few years back too, albeit not eaten. my rottweiler grabbed turtle in her mouth, clamping her 200-pounds-a-crush jaw on turtle's neck, and that was the end. blood everywhere. it took turtle 2 hours to sit in a tub, its life ebbing away, while my dad tried to be helpful and applied iodine to its almost completely-severed neck, and we lovingly watched it pass away into the next world.